Baby, Baby, You know how this works.
“Oh Master al-Qarawi,” The Elder said with a smile. “You are aware of the widow’s calamity.” The Master did not speak. This meant that he was aware. Silence speaks volumes in the jalsa.
Two men are standing on the porch. Black coats. Black pants. White shirts. Neckties. Smiles.
My Countrymen, perhaps disaster is our only hope.
its fine its fine its going to be fine
TRANSCRIPT: You know, you hear this all the time in schools and with parents and teachers, and on the media, and all over the place about this problem that kids can’t read. And I’ve found that for just about everybody, what that means is that there’s some sort of technical disconnect between kids and language. … Continue reading apocalypse “TRANSCRIPT: The Secret Club”
At least it's not your dick.
SOMEWHERE IN APRIL  They say there was a life before these days, A world beyond the prisms of our porch, A time before greensickness perched above Our doors, before the pasty smog of death would hourly muzzle against our windowpanes. They say these streets, these hollowed marrowed slabs, Would cinder night and day with … Continue reading apocalypse “They say there was a life before these days”
Something there is that doesn’t love a box.
Whichever way you turn your heads, there you’ll find ALLAH.